How could Fourth Brother tell you this?"

Without any doubt, he kept holding the wine glass in his hand, and his thoughts wandered around him uneasily.

"The Holy One intended to appoint him and gave him His Highness's cousin."

'As expected. Marry your cousin to him. Father, you still want to make him the crown prince.';

Seeing that he was silent, he asked, "Do you want to be the emperor?"

The most memorable thing in the world is the dragon chair. It is also the most coveted imperial power and the supreme glory.

Ye Yilan asked, how could he not think about it in his heart? To cover up the anxiety in his heart: "Even if he wants to be, it is not the father who has the final say."

"If one day comes, you will be my queen."

Hold her hand tightly and stare at her with sincere eyes.

From his eyes, we can see the desire for power.

She shouldn't be disturbed by her elder brother's words.

The time we spent together this afternoon always felt like it was far from enough.

I have never seen Ye Yilan's happy smile before. The two of them opened their hearts in the suburbs.

At that moment, Murong Haoli held her tightly.

The agreement between life and death is broad, and it is said by Zicheng.

Hold your son's hand and grow old together with him.

Feiyu, who followed him all the way, reported the conversation between them in detail.

"Master, do you want to do something about Miss..."

"No need. I have my own plan for this matter."

Once this move is made, it can be said that every move is a success.

The path is filled with frost and flowers, like a spring boudoir dream, and the pen and ink are dyed red with tears of cinnabar.

The wine is fragrant when the pieces of wine are scattered, and the man is desolate in his heart when he loses his concubine.

The dream returns to the red candle, the cold tent is cold, and the longing for love in the boudoir is longer than the night.

Sitting alone in front of the bed, tears dripped from her eyes.

Murong Haochen, who had just arrived drunk, had a sharp knife in his eyes.

Through the red hijab, you could see his hand getting closer little by little, but he stopped.

He waved his hand and fell to the ground.

Seeing that he was drunk, he stepped forward to support him and said, "Your Highness, why don't you let Ji'er change your clothes for you?"

Just as he was about to stretch out his hand, he walked towards the table, ran his fingertips across his sleeves, and stood still.

"My Highness has drank this combined wine. Please rest early."

Staggering, she knocked over her wine glass.

She saw it in her eyes, looking at the departing figure. She married so beautifully this morning, but spent the long night in such a miserable way tonight.

Pick up the wine glass and pour yourself a glass of wine.

Tears of hatred, despair in my heart. It was as if he was right in front of me: "Your Highness, Ji'er drank this cup of Henu wine. From now on, I will be yours."

Standing on the bridge in my courtyard, I looked up at the stars.

He never drinks, and he just pretended to be drunk just to confuse everyone. He deliberately spilled wine on himself, who would care whether he drank real wine.

On the day when the marriage was granted, Changsun Wanyue knew it well. He didn't want to marry, but he had to marry.

Why don't you know that she is a chess piece. She can be used by others and gained by herself.

"master."

These people are all shadow guards he secretly trained. His power is not as powerful as Murong Haoli, so he can only cultivate his own power alone.

The shadow guard whispered in his ear, and he had no idea what he said.

"It's a good idea to take good care of it. Otherwise, if something goes wrong, you're the only one asking."

"My subordinate understands."

In the past, he was elegant, but although he was cold and arrogant, tonight he looked dignified.

next day

She had thought about her eldest grandson Wanji for a long time last night, and she could not continue to be so decadent.

In order to know his whereabouts, I asked the servants in the mansion. None of them knew anything about him. He seemed to disappear from the world every day. No one knew when he came out.

But every day at noon, His Highness would take a bath in Orchid Pavilion. When he had nothing to do, he would rest there. Even the maids around him were not allowed to enter without His Highness's order.

Apart from these, His Highness's food and daily life can only be known by following the maids who serve him. However, they are carefully trained people and will not tell anyone easily.

How could he know what he was doing when he was so thoughtful and exquisite?

They had been investigating Murong Haochen's whereabouts before, but they had no clue.

I originally wanted to arrange a pillow person, but it was of no avail.

An orchid tree was planted in his bedroom, but little did he know that the daughter of the Ye family also loved orchids.

Given the circumstances, it is possible that the two of them really have something to do with each other.

Looking out of the window, a man dressed in white is standing in front of the window, picking up pen and ink and rendering it on the paper.

"How did you come?"

Standing in the back room, he had already seen his eldest grandson Guanji out of the corner of his eye.

Hearing the sound, he walked in with a hangover soup.

I saw him quickly put away the paper on the table and looked at me coldly.

"I prepared a hangover soup for His Highness, and brought it here specially."

"Just let the servants do this kind of thing."

He walked to her side, picked up the hangover soup and placed it in front of the table. He held a book in his hand, and he was a very careful reader. He had no intention of drinking the bowl of hangover soup.

"Is there anything else? Just go out if you have nothing to do." He was disgusted with reading poems while someone was watching.

When the eldest grandson Guanji came in, there was no one waiting in his courtyard, they were all waiting outside.

No wonder, no one knows what he is doing.

She was extremely reluctant to leave and glanced at the paper he had just put away.

'What is the secret that no one can see?';

After she leaves, pour the hangover soup into the potted plant.

He is very sober and does not need this.

"Has Your Highness made the princess sad?" Su Ying glanced at her and couldn't help but ask.

"Your Highness has never liked any woman, so how could he be interested in Ye Yilan? There are even orchid trees planted in the courtyard." Her mind was filled with objects related to Ye Yilan, how could she not be sad.

"Princess, you are worrying too much."

"Why are you worrying too much?"

He pulled his sleeves tightly and his voice trembled.

Su Ying had a plan in her mind and had already planned a plan for her: "Then why doesn't the princess test your highness? If this happens, it will also ruin her reputation."

"What good idea do you have?" I want to hear what that good idea is that can ruin her reputation.

After whispering for a long time, a mysterious smile bloomed.

Ye Yilan, just wait and see. But don't let me catch you.

The strings are broken and the sound of the palace is heard, the song is chanted and the music is played in the lonely Xiaoxiao.

The candle has half fallen in the west and the shadow remains in the east. I am drunk with a song in the middle of the night.

He was sitting on the railing, looking up at the bright moon. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised. He seemed indifferent, but he was full of thoughts inside.

When she thought about yesterday, her confused emotions kept bothering her.

"The gift given by Miss Ye is really unique."

Murong Haochen stared at the Yuanyang purse in his hand, looking at her with a half-smile.

"Today is His Highness's wedding, so Yi Lan personally embroidered these two purses to wish His Highness and the Princess a happy marriage."

The speaker has no intention, the listener has no intention.

"What would you do if His Highness gave this to you?"

That day, it was getting dark, and there were only two of them around.
To be continued...